'Twas The Night Before Litmas

This poem was originally posted on the General Bulletin Board just before New Year's Eve. On the advice of a couple of board members, I have made some minor changes to the poem and am now posting it here, where it will have a permanent home.

I humbly dedicate this poem to Laurel, Manu and the members of the Lit BB that have given me so much pleasure over the last eight months, and especially my good buddies and fellow charter RDTA (Recommended Daily Titty Allowance) members: Whispersecret and Dr. Oliver Clozoff.

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'Twas the night before Litmas and on the board whole,
Not a member was stirring, not even a troll.

The posts were all stored on the hard drive with care,
In hopes that the New Year would find them still there.

Dr. Clozoff and I were both snug in our socks,
With boobs on our brains and our hands on our cocks

And no, lest you think we two are quite gay,
We were met in the hope of some RDTA.

We were doing our best to hold back and not splatter,
When the screen opened up on a new post that mattered.

I clicked on the window; my fingers were fit,
My dick primed and ready for the sight of some tit

The flash of a breast caused my organ to throb,
Ollie whistled and winked as he fingered his knob.

When in front of our eyes, the most wonderful set,
Waved the boobs of our pal, sweet Whispersecret.

The sight of her orbs with her nips high and hard,
Caused both Ollie and me to shoot off our wad.

But this was no ordinary night, it would seem,
For our silos they quickly reloaded with cream.

And Whisper, she glistened and twinkled so merry,
Her love buds apoppin' like juicy bing cherries.

She said, "You've been good and deserve a nice treat,
So here are some friends to heat up your meat."

And what to our wondering eyes should arrive
But a host of board members, their beams set on high.

There were Ladies of Cream and Celestial Bodies
Rosebuds aplenty and Cheyenne - there's a hotty!

There were Angels and Lions all luscious with fur
Latinas so lovely and Kittens that purred.

Endlessly forward they marched, smart and sassy
Some buxom and full, some Bonnie Wee Lassies.